by Roy J. Snell
CHAPTER VIII.
A SECOND WARNING.
True to his promise, Jack returned before the sun was very low in thewestern sky, and Aunt Nancy expressed the greatest surprise at seeinghim so soon.
"When I send William Dean to the store he needs all day for the journey,and on two or three occasions it has been late in the evening before hecame back."
"It isn't such an awful long walk, but it makes a feller kinder tired,an' I s'pose he had to rest a good while before startin' back. I thoughtI'd better come the minute the things were ready, 'cause I was afraidyou'd do the milkin'."
"Of course I shall. You don't suppose I'd let you work after thatterribly long walk."
"But I'm goin' to do the chores jest the same," Jack replied; and toprove his words he carried in the kindlings for morning.
Aunt Nancy was perfectly satisfied with the purchases he made, and untilit was time to bring the cow up from pasture she explained herintentions in the way of making clothes for Louis.
"This piece of calico isn't as pretty as some I've had from Treat's,"she said, unfolding the goods, "but it seems to be a good quality, andthat's the main thing. Now, the question is whether I shall make hisfrock with a yoke, or plain? What do you think, Jack dear?"
Jack hadn't the faintest idea of what she meant by a "yoke" or a"frock," but, wishing to please the little woman by giving an opinion,he answered decidedly,--
"I should make it plain."
"That was just my idea. How queer it is that you should know all aboutsuch things, and have good judgment too!"
Jack came very near smiling because of this praise which he did notdeserve, but was wise enough not to make any reply, and Aunt Nancyconsulted him on every detail until the garment had been fully decidedupon.
Then it was time to attend to old crumple-horn, and when Jack came intothe kitchen again supper was on the table.
In view of the fact that he had had such a long tramp, the little womaninsisted on his retiring very early, and the Book was opened as soon asthe supper-table had been cleared.
On this day Aunt Nancy's evening devotions occupied an unusually longtime, and she prayed fervently to be forgiven for her sin of theforenoon,--a fact which caused Jack to say when she had finished,--
"It don't seem to me as if you could ever do anything wicked, AuntNancy, an' there ain't any need of fussing about what you said to FarmerPratt, for God knows jest how good you are."
"You mustn't talk like that, Jack dear. There are very many times when Igive way to anger or impatience, and there can be no question but that Ias much as told a lie when that man was here."
Jack would have protested that no wrong had been done, but she preventedfurther conversation by kissing him on both cheeks as she said, "Goodnight."
On the following morning, Aunt Nancy's "man of all work" took good careshe should not be the first one awake.
He arose as the rays of the coming sun were glinting the eastern sky,and when the little woman entered the kitchen the fire had been built,the floor swept, and the morning's milk in the pail ready for straining.
Her surprise at what he had done was sufficient reward for Jack, and heresolved that she should never have an opportunity to do such work whilehe was sleeping.
"I begin to feel quite like a visitor," the little woman said with acheery laugh as she bustled around in her sparrow-like fashion,preparing breakfast. "This is the first time in a great many years thatthe fire has been made and the milking done before I got up."
Thanks to Jack's labors, the morning meal was unusually early, and whenit had been eaten and the dishes washed, the hunchback said as he tookup his hat,--
"I'll go now an' finish mendin' the fence."
"Wait until I have seen Mr. Dean. I'm afraid those dreadful boys will doyou some mischief."
"I don't reckon they'll be stirring so early, an' it won't take memore'n an hour longer. While I'm gone, think of somethin' else thatneeds to be done, for I'd rather be workin' than layin' still."
"You're a good boy, Jack dear, and I should be very sorry to have you goaway from me now."
"There's no danger of that yet awhile, unless Mr. Pratt takes it intohis head to come this way again," Jack replied with a laugh as he leftthe house.
It required some search to find the hammer and nails he had thrown downwhen he was so frightened, and then the task of fence mending progressedfamously until a rustling among the bushes caused him to raise his eyessuddenly.
Bill Dean stood before him, looking particularly savage and threatening.
Jack took a yet firmer grasp of the hammer, resolved to defend himselfvigorously providing there should be no other enemies in the vicinity.
"So you're still here, eh?" Bill asked sternly.
"Looks like it I reckon."
"When are you goin'?"
"I haven't quite made up my mind; but I'll write an' tell you before Ipack my trunk."
Bill stepped forward quickly, but Jack persuaded him to go back byswinging the hammer unpleasantly near the bully's head as he said,--
"Don't come too near! You served me out yesterday because there wasthree in the gang, an' I hadn't anything to defend myself with; but nowmatters are a little different."
"Are you goin' to leave this place to-day?" Bill asked, as he retreateda few paces.
"No, nor to-morrow either."
"Then remember what I say. This is the second warnin' you've had, an'it'll be the last. Look out for trouble if you're in this townto-night!"
"I shall be here, an' I want you to remember that somebody besides memay get into trouble if there's any funny business. Aunt Nancythreatened to tell your father about what was done yesterday, but Icoaxed her not to, an' I won't say a word another time."
"I don't mind what she says, we'll run you out of this place before twodays go by, so take care of yourself."
"That's jest what I count on doin', an' if you've got any sense you'llkeep away from me."
Bill shook his fist threateningly as near Jack's nose as he thoughtprudent, and disappeared among the bushes, leaving the hunchbackdecidedly disturbed in mind despite the bold front he had assumed.
"Them fellers can make it hot for me, of course," he said to himselfwhen the bully had gone, "an' I expect I shall catch it rough, butalmost anything is better than leavin' here after Aunt Nancy has fixedit so nice with Farmer Pratt."
He worked more rapidly after receiving this second warning, and returnedto the house by the main road instead of going around past the frogpond.
The little woman was under the old oak making Louis's new garments whenhe arrived, and she saw at once by the troubled expression on his facethat something had gone wrong.
"What's the matter, Jack dear?" she asked kindly.
"Matter? I guess I don't know what you mean."
"Indeed you do, so now tell Aunt Nancy all about it. Have you seen thatDean boy again to-day?"
Jack was forced to confess he had, and in a few moments the little womansucceeded in learning the whole story.
She insisted that it was necessary for her to see Bill's father at once;but the hunchback begged her not to do anything of the kind, and sheapparently abandoned the idea.
"Why is it you don't want me to go?" she finally asked.
"Because when any fuss is raised about me, I'm afraid it'll come toFarmer Pratt's ears somehow, an' he'll be over here again."
"I wish he would, for then I could confess to him that I the same astold a lie, and defy any one to take you children from me."
"When that time comes we shall have to go," Jack replied despondently;and Aunt Nancy endeavored to cheer him by displaying Louis's frock,which was rapidly approaching completion.
During the remainder of the day Jack busied himself around the farm atsuch chores as he or Aunt Nancy could find, and when night came nothinghad been heard of those who insisted he must leave the town.
The baby sat under the old oak during the evening in all the bravery ofhis new dress, and Aunt Na
ncy discussed the subject matter of herproposed letter to "Brother Abner" until it was time to retire.
Then Jack went into his tiny room with a heart full of thankfulness thathis lines "had been cast in such pleasant places," and it seemed as ifhis eyes had but just closed in slumber when he was awakened by thepressure of a soft hand on his face.
Fear would have caused him to rise to a sitting posture very suddenlybut for the fact that the same gentle pressure forced him to remain in areclining position, and then he heard a familiar voice whisper,--
"O Jack dear, burglars are trying to get into the house! What _shall_ wedo?"
He was now thoroughly awake, and as the hand was removed from his mouthhe asked in a low tone,--
"Are you certain of that?"
"Absolutely. I thought I heard an unusual noise, and looked outwhen--There! _Do_ you hear that?"
"It would be strange if I didn't," Jack replied as the creaking of theshed door swinging back on its hinges sounded remarkably loud and harshon the still night air. "I'll get right up; go downstairs and wait forme."
"It will be better if I stay in the hall-way," Aunt Nancy said in avoice, the tremor of which told that she was thoroughly frightened.
Never before had Jack dressed so quickly, and as he did he tried tothink what course should be pursued.
There seemed to be no question but that burglars were on the premises,and to encounter them single handed and alone would be the height offolly.
As may be fancied, he had not made a very elaborate toilet when hejoined Aunt Nancy at the head of the stairs.
It was sufficient that he had on enough clothing to admit of his goingout of doors without danger of taking cold.
"Have you got a gun or a pistol?" he asked of the little woman who wasshivering with fear as if with an ague fit.
"No indeed, I never would dare to sleep in the same house with suchthings."
"What have you that I can use as a weapon?"
"There isn't a single article in this house which is dangerous exceptthe carving knife, and that is very dull."
"It will be better than nothing."
"But you surely don't intend to go out there when desperate men may belaying in wait to take your life!"
"Something must be done; we can't stay shut up here and allow them to doas they please."
"But you'll be killed, Jack dear"; and poor old Aunt Nancy clung to theboy in a frenzy of fear. "To think that I've been expecting something ofthe kind all my life, and it has come at last!"
A sound as if the shed door had been closed told Jack he was wastingwhat might be precious time.
"Get the carving knife quick," he whispered, "and when I go out lock thedoor after me."
Aunt Nancy obeyed in silence.
She brought the knife much as though it was the deadliest of weapons,and put it in Jack's hands with something very like awe.
"Don't kill the men if you can help it," she whispered. "It would bebetter to frighten them very badly rather than stain your hands withblood."
Jack made no reply; but the thought came into his mind that he wouldstand a poor chance of frightening a burglar, with nothing but the wellworn knife.
He opened the door softly.
Aunt Nancy stood ready to close and lock it instantly he was on theoutside, and the decisive moment had arrived.
